Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 309: 309

Is this reasonable?

The car slowly came to a stop, and Fu Qian looked at the hotel beside him, speechless.

When Torrance said he needed a break, Fu Qian thought he was going to find a motel or something to rest for a bit.

But the building in front of him was probably as large as several football fields.

And at a glance, it had five floors, standing there like a small castle.

In such a remote wilderness, the existence of such a colossal structure was overly incongruous from any angle.

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Unfortunately, the Torrance couple seemed completely oblivious to this, nearly rushing to park the car.

Upon entering the brightly lit hotel lobby, they appeared immensely relieved.

The interior of the hotel looked quite luxurious, with antique furnishings accompanied by golden decorations; a mixture of gold and red under the lights were dazzling to the eyes.

The Torrances were almost instantly captivated, while Fu Qian silently followed at the end of the line, keeping an eye on Violetta’s reaction.

Since getting out of the car, the little girl was still silent, but now her eyes were more animated, glancing around, evidently attracted by the magnificent interior decorations.

It seems like she’s about to forget about finding her mother.

Fu Qian shook his head as he watched.

Too bad she can forget, but I can’t.

My mission is to take her to “Mother’s room,” and so far, I have no clear leads.

If this really is Snow White’s story, the original queen mother died early on, so that doesn’t lend any useful information.

Fu Qian stroked his chin.

Of course, in an older version of the tale, the one who chased after Snow White out of jealousy was her biological mother.

But given Violetta’s longing looks when she speaks of her mother, I doubt it’s that dark—right?

Additionally, it’s quite intriguing how this little Snow White looks so similar to Su Gao.

All in all, I need to communicate with the young lady as soon as possible to get more information.

Be it the scarecrow from before or this unusual hotel.

I have a feeling things are moving in an improper direction.

“A family room?”

The night was deep, and the lobby was very empty.

The Torrance couple, accompanied by the two, went straight to the bar, where a tall and thin man greeted them with a smile.

“One room…”

Torrance repeated the suggestion of the other party, shook his head subconsciously, and then hesitated as he glanced back at the team.

“No, three rooms.”

Before he could say anything, Fu Qian directly held up three fingers.

“Three rooms?”

The man behind the bar seemed surprised.

“Yes, three, please.”

Torrance was initially stunned, then looked at Fu Qian with profound eyes, confirming his statement.

The tall and thin man fully demonstrated professionalism in customer service without asking further questions, and swiftly processed the check-in for the group.

Fu Qian understood Torrance’s hesitation earlier very well.

Firstly, the Torrance couple definitely wanted a room of their own; otherwise, the trip would lose half its meaning.

But if they took two rooms and let Violetta stay with him, the couple clearly felt that wasn’t appropriate.

After all, there are too many perverts these days, and although Violetta is young, she definitely lives up to the name Snow White.

Rather than letting the couple struggle with the decision, it was better to suggest everyone stay separately.@@novelbin@@

In doing so, although it might inconvenience communication between himself and Violetta.

It’s still better than having all four people crowd into one room.

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Violetta did not raise any objections to such arrangements.

The three rooms were on the same floor, and given the lateness of the hour, the four people chose to go straight back to their rooms to rest without delay.

After consuming the simple meal delivered by the hotel, Fu Qian was the first to prepare to go out for a walk to see if the little girl Violetta would come out wandering again.

However, as soon as he cracked the door open, Fu Qian’s movement abruptly stopped.

A thousandth of a second later, he performed another action—he closed the door again.

Indeed, the situation was becoming increasingly bizarre!

Still holding the golden doorknob, Fu Qian sighed.

Though it was just a fleeting glance, the moment he opened the door, he had already noticed that the corridor outside was no longer the luxurious space it had been before.

Instead, it was a scene of utter ruin, as if it had been abandoned for a long time.

At the same time, there were more than a few figures wandering in the dimness, most of which didn’t look quite human from their skeletons.

The only one that did seemed to walk on all fours.

Fu Qian looked around the room, everything was still the same, even the remnants of his half-eaten dinner were still there.

Of course, the main reason was that the eel was freezing and difficult to eat, it wasn’t his fault.

In any case, the moment he opened the door, it was like switching to another world; the scenes before and after were totally inconsistent.

Why was this so?

Faced with this situation, Fu Qian fell into deep thought for a moment.

It must be the wrong way to open the door!

As the saying goes, “The mental patient has a broad range of thoughts,” and after ample divergent thinking, a solution popped into Fu Qian’s head.

But what caused the wrong posture in opening the door?

Fu Qian glanced at the golden doorknob in his hand, beginning to doubt whether it was actually made of real gold.

Although it looked somewhat aged, it was still bright enough to reflect a face.

Wait a minute, bright enough to reflect a face—

Fu Qian thought of something.

Whoosh!

He stepped away from the door, moved a couple of steps to the side, and then yanked open the bathroom door.

Just as he thought!

Ever since he entered the room, Fu Qian had vaguely felt something was off, and now he had pinpointed the source of his discomfort—there was no mirror in the bathroom.

In fact, there was not a single mirror in the entire room.

This was obviously not normal.

“If there’s Snow White, does that mean it’s the Magic Mirror?”

Fu Qian muttered to himself.

The fabled mirror with magical powers had trapped him inside the room?

Even if you sided with the stepmother, you should go find Snow White, why come after me, a mere miner?

For this, Fu Qian was quite displeased.

Although it was just a guess, it wasn’t that troublesome to verify.

Fu Qian turned up the room’s lights first, and then walked over to the window.

The hotel’s room had an old-fashioned style, with windows that were not too large.

But even if they were small, they were large enough for making a mirror.

Fu Qian stared at the reflection in the window expressionlessly.

A full minute passed with no change inside.

“I’m a pacifist, and I’ve always advised against solving problems with violence,”

Fu Qian continued to gaze at his own reflection in the mirror and spoke in a measured tone.

“But if friendly communication is refused, I might be forced to take some rather extreme actions…”

“Like smashing the toilet, then using the high-end pajamas in the cabinet to make a mop, and then evenly spreading whatever comes out of the bathroom onto all surfaces that could be considered reflective.”

“…Hello!”